I have a large streak of vanity in my nature. Not that there's much to be vain about, but... !
I'm blonde. Naturally so. Unfortunately, I'm not the exact shade of blonde that I think suits me best. So Mother Nature gets a helping hand. I don't often have the time to get to a hairdresser (not as often as I'd like) so I am what Fr Edward Holloway (late co-founder of the Faith Movement) once described as a "suicide blonde" - dyed by her own hand...
My roots really need touching up. I have the necessary chemical weaponry, but I am so tired that I have visions of falling asleep in mid session. And I have had enough disasters in my time when I have been wide awake. I really do not need to wake up platinum. Or orange. My hair does weird things if it feels neglected...
...on reflection, it might be better to leave well alone, or there will be tears at bedtime!
3 comments:
Well it's good you have the mantilla!
Yes indeed! It covers a multitude of sins!!
I actually found a grey eye brow hair this morning.
I thought I could tolerate being 31 and greying... that was the last straw. I am now a suicide brunette
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